4.5★
“‘I thought all these fancy rides had GPS.’
‘Grace wouldn’t hear of it,’ Annie said. ‘Too Big Brother. They always know where you are with a GPS.’
Sharon cocked her head at Grace. ‘And who is ‘they’?’
Grace shrugged. ‘Could be anybody.’”
Grace would know. She’s one of the Monkeewrench crew, computer geeks who work with police and FBI to track evil-doers. They made a lot of money from a computer game (from which eventuated unforeseen damage they can’t forgive themselves for), so they’ve turned their efforts to the greater good.
The three women are traveling in Grace’s Range Rover on their way from Minneapolis, Minnesota to Green Bay in the neighbouring state of Wisconsin to donate and install their new anti-bad-guy software. Sorry to use such technological language.
Grace is slim with black hair and always dresses in black with high boots, because, well, she has good reason. She always reminds me of one of those beautiful ‘emo’ characters in black and white graphic stories. Always suspicious, always hiding.
Annie is also Monkeewrench, but hardly hiding!
“Annie Belinsky fluttered into the room in a dress made to look as if a thousand silk butterflies were feasting on her body every time she moved. She had tiny feet and a rosebud mouth, but everything else about Annie was pure, queensized Renaissance.”
Sharon is the reason they’re headed north. She’s a small, compact Wisconsin police officer, in her boring navy uniform. currently on loan with the FBI. She is on the scent of a possible serial killer in Green Bay, so the three women have packed up for a road trip and an overnight or two.
The always reliable Range Rover conks out (sorry about all the esoteric terminology), so the women leave it on a side road and decide to hoof it to town. Sharon digs out a pair of high-top tennis shoes to lend Annie, who is slightly horrified at the change to her butterfly outfit.
“‘An hour ago, we were three intelligent, successful women in a seventy-thousand-dollar car with cell phones and some of the most advanced computer equipment on the face of the earth, and now we’re slogging through a primordial forest like the Barbarella triplets.’
Sharon laughed. ‘Nature’s the great equalizer.’
‘Nature sucks. It’s hot and sticky, and it smells like dirt out here. And by the way, would you two waifs slow down? You’re with a size-large woman who’s wearing flat shoes for the first time in her life, and this path is a death trap. There are tree roots poking out everywhere. Somebody should pave this thing.’”
You get the idea. Meanwhile, we’ve already seen some scary activity in the woods. An accident with a tanker truck, men in protective gear and others in camo with assault rifles. This is not a place we’d want our trio tramping around, boots and flat shoes or not.
They are in a dead zone for phone coverage, and when they finally reach the town, really just a wide spot in the road, they grow increasingly worried about the silence and emptiness.
Meanwhile, the Monkeewrench guys (and Grace’s dog) are also growing increasingly worried when they can’t reach the three women and Green Bay has heard nothing. They get the local police in both states involved, which introduces some personal side stories between the characters.
I love the connections and interplay between these people, and the author/s keep it subtle and low-key. The main story is a gripping thriller, and if the women were unprepared for a vehicle breakdown, they have had to prepare themselves quickly to the terrorism and murders to come.
It’s a terrific read. I’m late to this popular series, and I’ve got more to go. These are people I care about, which makes the stories compelling reading. A lot of libraries would have these, including the Open Library online.